steeping by my feet
blowing wind that jostles me
against my faded seat
worn gray knitted sweater
khaki shorts and cold green tea
lightning cracks and thunder drumrolls
rain tip-tapping on the screen
and sudden warmth
as his hand rests on mine
bare feet, cold iron,
lounging in the mist
with his fine, strong fingers
fumbling my hair into a twist
-10.05.13
May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 1:00 AM UTC
steeping by my feet
blowing wind that jostles me
against my faded seat
worn gray knitted sweater
khaki shorts and cold green tea
lightning cracks and thunder drumrolls
rain tip-tapping on the screen
and sudden warmth
as his hand rests on mine
bare feet, cold iron,
lounging in the mist
with his fine, strong fingers
fumbling my hair into a twist
-10.05.13
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